To my astonishment, at that moment, Lan Yin's white silk gradually turned red, and a look of utter shock appeared on his face.
Just as Lan Yin tried to unfurl his wings, the chubby man growled in a low, menacing voice.
Backlash...
Instantly, the white silk released from Lan Yin's hands was completely dyed red. He screamed as the red silk wrapped tightly around him.
Suddenly, I saw the red silk binding Lan Yin tighten and contract. Lan Yin screamed in agony as the white silk became like iron bars, tearing through his flesh with a ripping sound, blood gushing everywhere.
It's over, Lan Yin. As the eighth of the Thirteen Fates, I, Zhao He, am unmatched in countering these silk arts. You'd best surrender now.
The chubby man is Zhao He. He grinned at Lan Yin, and I was surprised. I had heard of the Thirteen Fates of Hades—Lan Ruoxi's mother is one of them, and they're formidable. In an instant, Lan Yin was restrained.
Lan Yin's eyes were full of surprise as Wang Su stepped forward, looking at him with a stern expression.
This time, three of the Thirteen Fates of Hades have come: Lord Zhao He, Lord Wang Shuo, and Lord Su Jianle. Once you return to Hades Village, those lords will decide your fate. I advise you to start thinking about repentance.
Lan Yin's gaze never left Mo Yu, and a manic smile spread across his face.
Pah! I did nothing wrong. This is the right thing—I am not wrong...
Suddenly, Lan Yin roared. The white silk wrapped around his body burst apart with a ripping sound. Clenching his fist, flames ignited as he punched at Wang Su's chest, just as Wang Su raised his hand.
With a bang, flames erupted, bursting forth like a raging waterfall, sweeping past Wang Su and surging fiercely toward the three people behind him.
At that moment, I saw the tip of the flames form a Vermilion Bird, its fiery wings fanning out and engulfing the three figures in an instant.
A piercing cry of the Vermilion Bird rang out, but astonishingly, the surging flames were swallowed by a thin, blue-robed man whose brows radiated heroism.
Careful, Zhao He.
The man shouted, and I saw another figure—a burly, bearded man in green robes—holding Wang Su and standing on the river.
It's the White Tiger...
Zhao He stared in shock, just as a thunderous tiger's roar erupted. Lan Yin, his body covered in wounds and blood, raised his fist, which was surrounded by swirling energy and sharp, piercing sounds.
Zhao He immediately raised his arms and took a wide stance.
Two Kings uphold, silk, satin...
Suddenly, I saw two red silks twisting and transforming into humanoid figures, wrapping around Zhao He's raised hands. With a bang, Lan Yin's fist struck Zhao He's hands, producing a sound like a blade against steel.
Everyone, be careful.
Zhao He shouted, and suddenly I heard a rushing sound. A ring of light spread rapidly from Zhao He, slicing every stone on the ground in half with a sharp, piercing noise.
Lan Yin's eyes widened in surprise as the ring of light headed toward Mo Yu. He shouted, withdrew his fist, and flames erupted from his back. With a whoosh, his wings flapped and he hovered in midair.
Kid, where did you get the power of the Four Sacred Beasts? I'm Su Jianle, and this is the first time I've seen anyone use the White Tiger's power so recklessly.
On the lake stood the burly Su Jianle, holding the unconscious Wang Su. He placed one hand on the lake's surface, and I saw streams of water rising up.
The water transformed into a fountain, forming a round platform. Water poured endlessly from the lake as Su Jianle laid Wang Su on what looked like a bed of water, his fist clenched tightly.
With a roar, then a howl, the sounds of a tiger and a dragon echoed simultaneously—from Lan Yin's body.
A green light burst from Lan Yin's right shoulder, revealing a dragon's head. On his left shoulder, a white tiger's head appeared with a roar. With both the Azure Dragon and White Tiger manifesting, I felt an overwhelming power emanating from Lan Yin.
Around Lan Yin's body, fiery red light flickered, and flames ignited at his feet, gradually transforming into the claws of the Vermilion Bird.
Lan Yin raised his right hand, where silvery light appeared. Then, tufts of white fur with deep gray stripes grew, turning his hand into a tiger's claw.
Monster.
The last person, who had just swallowed the Vermilion Bird's flames, was likely Wang Shuo. His face was filled with terror at Lan Yin's transformation.
Say what you will—in this world, nothing can remain unchanged forever. Hades is the same. Even if I am a monster, even if I fall beyond redemption, as long as it is the right thing, I, Lan Yin, will do it without hesitation.
As Lan Yin spoke, the Vermilion Bird's wings on his back folded around him. He crouched, and his left hand gradually transformed, revealing a brown, turtle-shell-like shield at its front.
My instinct is called hope...
Lan Yin spoke in a low voice, then suddenly transformed into a mass of flames, lunging at Zhao He, his right hand poised on his shoulder as if gathering strength. Zhao He, however, remained calm, methodically placing his hands on the ground.
Red Silk Waterfall...
Suddenly, before Lan Yin, waves of red silk rose up like a towering wall, blocking his path and obscuring his vision.
Lan Yin waved his hand, tearing the red silk apart with a ripping sound. The moment he saw Zhao He, he charged forward.
With a bang, Zhao He spat out blood as Lan Yin's turtle-shell shield struck his face, sending him flying toward the hut and crashing into the mountain wall.
With a crash, dust flew as Lan Yin landed, flapped his wings, and transformed into a blaze. He flew to Mo Yu, tore apart the red silk binding her, and carried her into the hills.
Mo Yu looked miserable, sweating profusely and in obvious pain—she was about to give birth. I followed them in and saw Liu Qi, his hair white, lying sick in bed, with Xiao Gong keeping watch nearby.
Kid, I'm entrusting your mother and father to you. I won't let anyone lay a finger on them.
Lan Yin gently placed Mo Yu on the bed, then took out the soul-calling gourd filled with spirit water given by Wang Ming, handing it to the infant spirit Xiao Gong.
Remember, when your mother is giving birth, feed this to her.
Lan Yin spoke, then immediately turned and rushed out of the hills. The three others each took up positions, ready to charge in.
You'll regret this, Lan Yin. What you're doing will only harm her—she can't give birth to the child. Let us in and put an end to it, or your wife, Mo Yu, will die.
Zhao He shouted, but Lan Yin just laughed. Flames on his back surged, and with a Vermilion Bird's cry, a giant Vermilion Bird appeared at the entrance, its fierce eyes glaring as it flapped its wings, then transformed into a wall of fire blocking the way.
I didn't expect such power. Lan Yin, listen—if you come back with us to Hades, all your actions can be forgiven. Let us in, you and Mo Yu...
Suddenly, Lan Yin slashed at Su Jianle, sending three streams of energy slicing through the air toward him.
In an instant, Su Jianle raised his right hand, and bubbles appeared before him. A sphere of blue light shimmered, and with a splash, he neutralized Lan Yin's attack.
Lan Yin clenched his right hand and spoke, word by word.
Last time, all I could do was let things happen—I couldn't do anything. This time, I'll see it through. The so-called will of Hades, I'll put an end to it myself. Ah...
Lan Yin shouted, flapped his wings, and charged at Su Jianle. Fierce winds whipped up sand and stone, and the lake's water receded toward the center.